I Just Wanna Be Yours

by Lucinda John

“Really? You’re going to hit me while our son is in the other room?” I asked, holding my lip that I was sure was busted.

  “You need to watch your mouth when you’re talking to me!” He clenched his teeth. “Now, stay your ass in this house, and I swear if you leave, I will find you ass and drag you home. Fuck with me if you want to!” He growled, before storming out of the house.

  I watched him out of the bay window until he was out of sight. I waited ten minutes to make sure he wasn’t coming back before grabbing my phone and calling Saire.

  “Hello?” He answered.

  “Thanks for getting me in trouble.” I spat into the phone.

  “Hold on. How do I get a grown woman in trouble?” He asked.

  “My fiancé saw your text and tripped out on me for going against his wishes and proceeding with the graphic designing.”

  “Are you fucking kidding me right now?” He said before hanging up the phone.

  I looked at my home screen as if it was foreign, before calling him back.

  “Yes.” Saire answered as if he was annoyed.

  “Did you just hang up on me?” I asked.

  “Yes, you got a lot of nerve calling me on some fuck shit. If you think following your dreams is doing something wrong then you slower than I thought.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “You’re excused. Look, I’m in the middle of a business meeting. I’ll call you back.” He said before hanging up again.

  * * *

  “You would choose to bring me out in this hot ass sun!” Naria snapped.

  “This was the only way I was able to leave the house and chill so shut up.”

  “Naria, you are a grown woman. You can’t let that man tell you when you can and cannot leave the house.” She stressed.

  “Can we not do this today? I’m happy to be out the house, and I just want to enjoy it.” I said grabbing Tyreek’s hand.

  Today, they were having a family day at Tamarac Park. Every year, they would have this big park event where there would be music, a bunch of different food courts, basketball tournaments, and a lot of different activities for the kids. Since Jerecho was tied up with work and couldn’t come, he told me I could go with Naria as long as I brought Tyreek with me. I was cool with my baby tagging along, so I jumped up and left before he could change his mind.

  “Ain’t that your boy?” Naria asked, pointing at the basketball court.

  Looking in the direction she was pointing, I noticed a shirtless Saire shooting a three-pointer. He gave one of his teammate’s dap before running his sexy ass down the court to play defense. It had been three days since the last time we spoke, and I was now convinced that he was sick and tired of my shit.

  Talking to Saire had been a breath of fresh air. I was at the point where I would get excited when Jerecho would leave just so I can pick up the phone and call him or sneak off to our secret spot so we could chill. Saire never pressured me for sex nor did he push up on me. We would just sit and talk about anything that came to mind.

  The more Saire and I conversed, the more I became drawn to him. I felt my heart warm up to him as my body filled up with different feelings. It was as if I was unwillingly falling for him. These past days not hearing his voice has been torture, but seeing him now had me wanting to walk over there and wrap my arms around him.

  “If he’s here, that means Sage should be near.” I said.

  “Girl, fuck Sage for real.” Naria fronted.

  Naria didn’t want to admit that she was fucked up behind the way Sage dismissed her, but I knew her better than that. She was feeling some type of way, and it was showing all over her face. Naria had fallen for the young dick and didn’t know how to contain her feelings.

  “So you don’t care that he over there hugged up with a bitch.” I said, nodded in Sage’s direction.

  “What bitch?” Naria said, whipping her head around so fast that I thought it was going to fall off her shoulders.

  “I thought it was fuck Sage.” I giggled.

  “No this nigga didn’t,” She snapped under her breath.

  “It’s ok if you’re feeling him; I won’t judge you, why would I? You never judge me.” I said.

  “Girl, I thought playing all these niggas would cover my feelings for that toddler, but it’s pointless. I feel for the kid; I fucked up Naria. I was so busy worrying about him being too immature to be my man when I was the one acting immature.” She admitted.

  “Tell him that.” I urged her to.

  “Hell, nah.”

  “Your pride is a motherfucker. Sometimes you need to know when to put it to the side. You’re going to lose out on a good man because you want to be in charge of everything. Just go with the flow and let that man love you.” I lectured.

  “Yeah, I hear you.” She replied.

  The basketball game was now over, and Saire’s team was celebrating their victory. I wanted to walk over and say ‘hi’, but everyone was out here, and I didn’t want to risk anything getting back to Jerecho. Giving him one last look over, I grabbed Tyreek’s hand and walked over to the children’s section. While Tyreek was getting his face painting, my phone beeped signaling that I had a text.

  Sasha: Come talk to me.

  Me: I can’t; too many familiar faces.

  I replied.

  Beep.

  Sasha: I have somewhere you can meet me where no one will see you.

  Me: Where?

  Beep

  Sasha: Wait ten minutes then walk towards the bathroom.

  Me: I have my son with me.

  Beep.

  Sasha: Leave him with Naria; I just want to holla at you for a second.

  Reading his text message, I showed it to Naria, who agreed to watch Tyreek while I go meet Saire. My heart was pounding as I watched the clock waiting for the minutes to pass. When ten minutes were up, my stomach began to fill with butterflies. My feet felt like Jell-O as I walked to the bathroom silently praying that none of Jerecho’s friends saw me.

  “In here.” A voice said.

  When I looked up, I was being pulled into what looked like a small office space.

  “What is this?” I asked looking around.

  “My boy is the coach for the football team; this is his office.” He replied.

  “Oh.” I replied.

  “I missed you man.” He said pulling me in for a hug.

  The way my body melted in his arms should have been a crime. He was still a bit sweaty from the game of basketball he’d just played, but I didn’t mind. It felt right being in his arms, as if this was where I belonged.

  “I missed you too.” I whispered.

  “I needed to take a break from you.” He said, playing with my belt loops.

  “What do you mean?” I asked.

  “I’m starting to fall for your ass, but you’re taken.” He sighed.

  “I’m falling for you, too.” I replied.

  “You know this is a dangerous game we’re playing.”

  “I know, but at this point, I don’t care.” I replied, pressing my lips against his.

  My heart was beating loudly out of my chest as our lips entwined. His lips against mine were wrong, but it felt so right. I didn’t know what was making me so forward, but I stood on my tippy toes and wrapped my hands around his neck to deepen our kiss. The more our tongue glided against one another, the more I could feel my feelings for this man grow. I was now playing with fire by opening this door of emotions, but the damage was already done.

  “Damn, you tryna fuck me up in the head.” Saire said, breaking our kiss.

  “I just want you to make me feel good, Saire, please.” I begged.

  “I can’t cross that line with you knowing you’re going back home to your nigga.”

  “Please.” I whispered, pressing my lips against his again.

  “Fuck!” He sighed, laying my body flat on the desk.

  Saire unbuckled my shorts then pulled them al
ong with my panties down my legs. I was self-conscience about myself so I brought my hands up to my belly to hide my pouch.

  “Stop that; you’re beautiful. You see these?” He asked, outlining my stretch marks with his fingers. “These are your war wounds; these indicate your strength. The ability to bear and bring a child into this world is a beautiful thing; embrace it. Embrace every mark, and extra meat you’ve gained from giving birth. The fact that you endured labor makes you more beautiful.” He said taking my breath away.

  I swear Saire was unreal. He was like one of those guys you’d read about; the type that you would see in those romantic movies but wasn’t too sure if they really existed. I never experienced the level of intimacy like I have while being with Saire. Not only was he able to make my body do things without touching me, but he was also able to stimulate my mind with his wisdom.

  “Mmm.” I moaned, as Saire ran his tongue from my navel down to my pussy.

  I was dripping wet with anticipation waiting for his lips to connect with my second pair of lips. He looked up at me with devious eyes before licking his lips and burying his head between my thighs. The groans that were coming from his mouth as he ate me out had me going crazy.

  “Ahhhh.” I cried out as he held my sensitive nub captive between his lips while he sucked on it.

  “Stop being stingy and feed me them sweet juices.” He snapped, smacking me hard on the thighs before shoving his thick pink tongue deep in me.

  “Ohhhhh, Shit!” I cried out, and he tongue fucked me using his thumb to punish my clit.

  “Mercy! Mercy! Mercy!” I begged seeing stars.

  I’m cummmmmmmmmming!” I called out as my juices gushed out of me.

  Despite me cummin hard and being real sensitive, he still attacked my clit with his mouth. He held me firmly down so I would except the vicious way his tongue was doing my body. My legs started to shake again as another orgasm tore through my body causing tears to escape my eyes.

  “Catch your breath.” He chuckled finally coming up for air.

  My body laid their motionless as my chest rose and fell. In the last seven years, I’ve had plenty of orgasms but I never recalled any of them feeling like this. The way he had me feeling off of the head alone had me afraid to take a dose of the D.

  “You ready for me?” He asked, stroking his big black monster.

  Jerecho was big, but Saire was an inch bigger. My mind was screaming no, but my body’s reaction was totally different. For a second, I started to get cold feet, but it was all short-lived once Saire entered me.

  “Fuuuuuuuuuuck!” He groaned holding me in place by my hips.

  I was expecting him to fuck me, like Jerecho always did, but when he started hitting me with nice slow strokes, I had an outer body experience. I never experienced sex so sensual, so gentle, so filled with passion as it was now. Saire slowly slid in and out of me while showering my body with small kisses. He grabbed my breast and took his time sucking on my nipple without missing a stroke.

  “This pussy so wet.” He grunted as he continued his strokes.

  “Mmm! Oh shit , Saaaaaaaaaaaaaire!” I cried out once he connected to my spot.

  “Stop running.” he growled, pulling me closer to the edge of the desk.

  With both of my feet planted firmly on his sculpted chest, he continued to pump in and out of me. Our moans mixed with my wetness created the sweet sounds of our lovemaking. Not once did he speed up the pace; he kept it nice and steady, touching my soul every time he would enter me.

  “Ohhhhhhhh! Ohhhh! OHHH!!!” I yelled out as I came hard causing more tears to fall from my eyes.

  Never have I experienced sex that had me in tears after an orgasm. Everything I was feeling was new and exciting to me. The more he stroked me and praised my pussy, the wetter I got.

  “SHHHHHHHHHHHHHIT!” He grunted as he pulled his dick out of me and spraying his cum all over my stomach.

  “Damn, I didn’t wrap up.” He snapped, picking up some tissues of the desk.

  “I’m on the pill.” I replied.

  “That pussy real good.” He smirked.

  “You weren’t too bad yourself.” I chuckled.

  “Bullshit, I had your ass crying and shit. In here ‘ohhhh-ing and ahhhh-ing’ like a monkey.” He chuckled.

  “Shut up.” I playfully rolled my eyes. “I gotta get back to my baby.” I said attempting to sit up.

  “I ain’t tryna have you go home to that nigga.” He said, causing me to stop dead in my tracks.

  “I know, but I have a lot to figure out.” I replied.

  I truly was feeling Saire, but I still loved Jerecho. We were engaged and preparing to walk down the aisle soon. The more I thought about what I just did, the sicker I got to my stomach. For the first time in seven years, I cheated on my fiancé. No matter how many times he cheated on me, I never thought I’d be the one to stoop down to this level. Regret started to fill me as I quickly pulled up my pants.

  “Ty, look at me.” Saire said, touching my chin, causing my body to explode in heat.

  I looked into his eyes and saw myself falling in love. I just met this man, but he had me second-guessing a seven-year relationship. The more I thought of being with Saire, the more I thought about Tyreek, and taking him away from his father wasn’t an option.

  “If you could take back what just happened, would you?” He asked, causing my heart to skip a beat.

  My mouth became dry, and those silly butterflies returned to the pit of my stomach. Looking into his eyes, I could see how much he cared for me, and it was scary. I could feel his want for me radiating off of his body, drawing me in even more. As bad as I wanted to run out of this room, grab my baby, and head home, my legs wouldn’t move in that direction. Instead of walking towards the door, I walked into his arms.

  “No.” I honestly replied, pressing my lips against his, slipping him my tongue.

  Saire removed my shorts again and entered me; this time, holding me tightly in his arms while he penetrated me.

  Chapter 17

  Jordynn

  “Hoe I got yo boyfriend, hoe I can take yo man. I can put it on him, just like he wants it, I got you man.” I sang the lyrics to Jacki O, “I Got Your Boyfriend” while I got dressed for the day.

  I was in a good mood since me and Jerecho just took a four-day bae-cation on South Beach. Lately, Tyreema was just doing shit to piss him of pushing him closer into my arms. I knew they were only going through a phase now and would be back on good terms, but I was enjoying the time we were spending together.

  Dressed in a crop tank top and a pair of ripped shorts that rode up my ass, I slipped my feet into a pair of sandals and walked out of Naria’s guest bedroom. Since everybody had been on my damn back about school, I decided to enroll at the Florida Career College and take up some courses in Phlebotomy. The sooner I finished the course, the quicker I was able to land a job at the blood bank and make my own money. Jerecho was very generous with the dick, but when it came to his bread, he got real stingy. It was as if he ain’t want to do nothing major for me since I wasn’t weak ass.

  “You still eating this box of ice cream?” I asked Naria, as I walked in the kitchen.

  “Why you always in my business?” Naria snapped, scooping up another spoon of rum raisin ice cream and tossing it in her mouth.

  “I don’t know why you letting that little boy stress you.” I smirked.

  “The same reason you letting these niggas fuck you with nothing to show for it. As much as you go chill with niggas, I would think they would offer to help you with a down payment on a car. Your pussy only worth Uber rides.” She served me before eating more ice cream.

  “That was uncalled for.” I rolled my eyes.

  “And you being in my busy is? Girl, bye! Don’t dish out shit you can’t take.” She sucked her teeth.

  Instead of arguing with Naria, I grabbed me a bottle of water and waited for my Uber driver to pick me up. I was on my
way to Lia’s house because she swore she had a tea kettle filled with tea to pour me. She wasn’t really the type of female I hung out with on a daily basis, but I was fucking her brother and needed her close.

  “Hey baby; how’s my grandson?” Jerecho’s mom asked, as I walked through the door.

  “He’s doing good. Getting big; I want to bring him down here to see you, but Jerecho is so against it.” I replied.

  “I don’t know why that boy look more like you than it did him. If it wasn’t for the DNA test, and the fact that he got lips and ears like Lia, I wouldn’t have believed he was kin.” She chuckled.

  “Umm-hmm.” was my only response.

  Jerecho’s mom was real good at taking slick shots. She would claim she liked me more than Tyreema, but wouldn’t encourage her son to do the right thing when it came to my son. My baby was like an outcast; he didn’t know most of his family members on his father’s side, because his damn daddy felt like his relationship with Tyreema was more important.

  “Where’s Lia?” I asked, taking a sip from my bottled water.

  “Back there by the pool. I’m about to lay down. Tell her to order some takeout. I ain’t in the mood to cook.” She replied, walking towards her bedroom.

  There were times when I really thought Jerecho’s mom suffered from some type of mental illness. One minute, she was peachy cream, and then the next minute, she would flip out and put everybody out her house. Sucking my teeth, I switched my ass to the back and spotted Lia laid out on a pool chair, wearing a teal, two-piece swimsuit.

  “Hey bitch, what’s good?” I greeted, her taking a seat on the pool chair that was next to her.

  “Hey, about time you came. I thought you flaked me out.”

  “Nah, you know I had to come get this tea boo, so spill it.” I replied.

  “Bitch, guess who dick I was sucking the other day.” She squealed.

  “Who?” I asked looking at her sideways.

  “Sage, bitch!” She happily replied, causing my mouth to drop open.

  “How the fuck did that happened?” I asked, now giving her my undivided attention.

  “Well, at his party, you know I told you I gave his homeboy my number right?”